A GREEK WHO REEKS OF FALSE RIGHTEOUSNESS,

Hades moved rather loud steps throughout the caverns, nose to the ground as he traversed the area. Eager as he learned each part of it by scent, longing to show his father just how much he craved to make him proud. He would show his father just how eager to learn he was! His rather long nails scrapped against the ground, he was still growing accustomed to the paws that were attached to his puppy body. Grizzly bear paws he would definitely need to grow into, but they had already begun to be useful. Like what he was about to do would be real, real hard without them.

He finds a wall that has a perch right on top, basically a prebuilt shelf that is decently large. A good place to start training his little body. Claws gripping into the stone of the side as he dragged himself up, the muscles in his paws and front legs doing most of the work. Gripping and clinging onto the side as he heaved himself upward. And then he was up! It was quite easy! Not nearly as hard as it would be for his siblings who lacked his rather useful paws.

And with a rather dramatic huff, he plopped himself down on top of the ledge. Lowering his body against the wall as much as he could, keen on jumping down onto whoever came next. Bonus points if it was his father or siblings. He held back his laughter at the thought. Evil little puppy he was. Yes sir.

THAT'S WHAT I HATE!

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The large brute of ivory and obsidian was gathering knowledge of the gorge more and more each day. He known that the day would come that his nephews and nieces would be running around causing all sorts of chaos, if not already. His paws carried him swiftly threw the caverns. Atticus was always the quiet sibling out of the others. The one who was always watching, never alerting anyone he was there until hey earned the respect.

He turned to a small stream that ran and dipped his skull down, tongue lapping at the water to take his share. Quenching the thirst he had. Ears splay off to the sides, listening to the different sounds and noises. Thinking nothing of it, more than not minding the odd noises of the gorge. It was always calmer under ground, and gave Atticus more time to study.

Today he was taking notes, different notes jogging them down within his mind as he moved under the ledge that at the time the brute didn't know anyone was hiding upon. Or was he just playing along?

"Speech!"